The school grass roommate was cold and gay

After buying two coats, he went to buy two more underwear. Before leaving, Luo Ci accidentally caught a glimpse of a faux rabbit fur coat. His gaze paused for a moment, and then he quickly looked away.

Unexpectedly, after going back at night, Jiang Zhicheng mysteriously handed him a bag.

Lotz opened it, and it was a soft coat, which happened to be the one he saw in the afternoon.

"A belated birthday present." Jiang Zhicheng sat halfway on the table, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at him with a smile.

Luo Ci is a bit fuzzy, this is a secret that no one knows, even the grandmother who loves him the most never discovered it when she was alive.

Because unlike most plush lovers, the home where Luo Ci has lived for more than ten years does not have a single doll, and no one buys it for him, nor does he know how to buy it himself.

The Luo family are all boys, so they don't need this kind of toys that girls like, let alone need them.

Parents will scold him when they find out.So Luo Ci never dared to show it. Until now, he almost forgot that he once liked these things.

Luo Ci raised his eyes, and looked at Jiang Zhicheng with a dazed expression. He didn't know if the other party noticed it, and if so, did he find him... very strange.Wonder why a guy likes these things.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhicheng didn't notice it, he said: "The first time I saw it in the afternoon, I thought it was very suitable for you. How, do you like it?"

Luo Ci felt relieved, hugged the clothes, nodded solemnly: "I like it." Then: "Thank you."

"Why are you so polite?" Jiang Zhicheng yawned: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a shower."

After speaking, Dara pulled on her slippers and walked towards the bathroom.

Until his back disappeared, Luo Ci put his eyes on the clothes, turned his face sideways, and gently rubbed his cheeks against the fur of the clothes, making them soft.

Zhang Yan was on the plane at five o'clock in the afternoon. In the morning, he asked Jiang Zhicheng to meet him and told him that he had something to tell him not to tell Luo Ci.

So Luoci's two good friends met without telling him.

"Tell me, Zhang Yanyan, why are you looking for your father?"

"Fuck you."

……

The two had a verbal battle when they met, and then they started talking about business.

"Honestly." Zhang Yan said, "I'm very happy that Ci Bao'er has a friend like you."

"Oh?" Jiang Zhicheng leaned on the sofa chair, his body half sunken, and he took a sip of coffee slowly: "How do you say it?"

Zhang Yan: "You know that Ci Baoer was my friend before you."

"What's up? Let's show off to me here." Jiang Zhicheng took a piece of refreshment from the table.

"Can you stop interrupting, I'm serious with you."

"Okay, I'll shut up." Jiang Zhicheng swallowed his tea and took another sip of coffee.

Afraid that he would speak again, Zhang Yan directly cut to the point: "Luoci's family is a reorganized family. His biological parents were married in a business relationship. The relationship has always been at odds. Then he divorced when he was seven years old. His mother remarried and his father remarried."

"During the divorce, his mother left without hesitation, leaving Luo Ci at Luo's house like a burden. Luo's father also has no affection for the son born to his ex-wife, because he has another son, who was born with his first love. , his first love became his mistress after he got married, and finally entered the house and became the mistress of the Luo family."

Zhang Yan finished talking about Luo Ci's family background concisely, then looked at Jiang Zhicheng, who was already serious, and laughed lightly: "It's a very old-fashioned story, isn't it? I thought it was old-fashioned at the time, but this is a young man true past."

Then he sighed: "Do you know why Luo Ci has a withdrawn personality and always behaves like he rejects people thousands of miles away?"

After a slight pause, he replied: "Because he is afraid, he dare not approach anyone. Even if his parents don't love him, who would love him?"

"He is always afraid of causing trouble to others. If he can do it himself, he will never pretend to others. If he can't do it, he will grit his teeth and resist. He feels that he is redundant, and he is afraid that he will cause trouble, and he will be even less likable."

"But what trouble has he caused? He is more sensible than anyone else, and he is so sensible that he is afraid of disturbing others as much as he takes a breath."

Zhang Yan said that he was angry, and couldn't help but patted the table: "I don't understand, such a good Ci Baoer, how can his parents have the heart to ignore him."

Looking up to attract Jiang Zhicheng's sympathy, he found that the other party was pointing at the table with his fingers, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his downcast eyes.

"Hey, Jiang Zhicheng, am I talking to you? Are you listening?"

Jiang Zhicheng nodded slowly, raised his eyes to signal him: "Go ahead."

"Okay." Zhang Yan took a sip of coffee and continued, "The first time I saw him was not in high school, but in the second year of junior high."

"That year my cousin participated in a dance competition held in a province. It was grand and many people attended. At that competition, I met Ci Baoer for the first time."

"At that time he..." Zhang Yan smiled as if thinking of something, and he compared his hands: "It's only this tall, not even 1.7 meters high, with a slender figure and delicate appearance, and looks like a quiet and beautiful little girl. At that time How to say there is a word..."

Zhang Yan thought for a moment: "Oh, oh, little fairy, you can also say it's a little fairy boy, anyway, it's just good-looking. So I noticed him as soon as he came on stage."

"Then I found out that this little boy not only looks good, but also dances well. But these are not enough for me to remember him until high school."

His tone was low, his memory seemed to be mixed with mist, and he spit out wetly: "He was the champion of that game. All eyes were on him, one in a hundred, and everyone was applauding him. He looked at the audience, but it was like No one was watching, the whole person seemed silent, wandering on the stage, but he was out of tune with the excitement that belonged to him."

"I didn't understand why? I couldn't feel his happiness. I thought it was an illusion until..."

Zhang Yan raised his head: "The host asked his family members to come up."

"After calling three times in a row, everyone fell silent and found that something was wrong. In the end, Ci Baoer took the phone and said in a calm tone—they didn't come."

"The host was stunned, and everyone present was stunned. Ci Baoer just bent down and bowed, and then left peacefully with the trophy."

His back, at that moment, made Zhang Yan feel wrong, as if this young man had received countless such honors, and left alone countless times.

Nobody cares about his glory and can't share it with anyone.

"Jiang Zhicheng, I can tell that Ci Bao'er trusts you very much. Unlike me, he really treats you as a friend." Zhang Yan said earnestly.

Jiang Zhicheng couldn't help interrupting: "What's the difference with you? Doesn't Luo Ci sincerely regard you as a friend? If you let him hear your words, he will have to die of grief."

"Hey, that's not what I meant. I just want to say that although I'm Luoci's friend, I understand that I'm worse than you in his heart."

Jiang Zhicheng felt that this idea was a bit familiar, and immediately realized that he had thought this way before.Just as he wanted to educate Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan spoke again: "The reason why I can be friends with Luo Ci is because I have been pestering him and finally moved him, but you are different..."

Zhang Yan stopped and took a deep look at Jiang Zhicheng: "You don't have to pester him, I have known him for so long as a friend. I feel that he seems to have a natural closeness and trust in you..." Even, Zhang Yan didn't He said that he felt that it was an emotion deeper than intimacy and trust, and it was the source of Ci Baoer's trust in Jiang Zhicheng.

……

In the end, Zhang Yan asked: "During this time in college, please give him some attention and take care of him a little bit. At least don't let him be alone in college."

After Zhang Yan left, Jiang Zhicheng sat alone for a long time.

The coffee on the table was already cold, without sugar, it was cold and bitter after drinking it, I don't know which one is more uncomfortable than Luo Ci's youth experience.